Met a journalist friend.. as confused as anyone else about "what the fuck is going on". Traded horror stories of people we knew, the shit they had to go through (quite literally in some cases), cursed the politicians and the Met department, laughed at the press, laughed some more for the heck've it, and renewed our pledges to survive and help survive.
Just when I thought things were dandy was brought back to Earth by my cabbie... "Idhar tho theek hai, saab - Kurla sab jaga mein abhi thak electricity nahin aaya. Aur aisa baas, jaisa soch hi nahi sakte" (Things are fine here, sir, but in areas like Kurla, electricity's not yet back - and the stench is unimaginable).
There's dead carcasses floating about. Parts of the city still waterlogged. People scared to come out of their homes and disease spreading. The newspapers will move on to the next story once the rains and Emergency SMS Warnings cease... and these people will be left to rebuild their lives ...
Such is our city ... and as the cabbie smiled and said "Bhagwaan ke saamne kya kar sakte hai?", I saw the hope and hopelessness in his eyes... the incessant paradoxes that define this place...

And when the authorities abandon us and it looks like mother nature is out to kill us -- all we have is eachother...